 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - Страниц: 486
...with yeto, О, -prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did sitare it. Not a flower, not a ßower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, и here my bones shall be A thousand thousand sighs to save, [thrown: Lay me, O, where Sad true lover... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - Страниц: 518
...atom/, jltj away, breath ; lam slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of while, stuck all with ytv, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. jVbt aAower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be itroim ; jVof a friend, not a friend... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - Страниц: 370
...breath! lam slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck allwithyar, O, prepare it ! My part oj death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not ajlower tweet, On my black coffin let there be stroien ! JSotafriend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,where... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - Страниц: 1010
...one so trut Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower met, On my black coffin Itt there be stromt ; Enter PORTIA, wilH the PBI3CE OF MOROCCO, and both their Trains. Por. Go, draw asi thousatul thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover ne'er fnd my grave, To weep there.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - Страниц: 508
...tad eypreu let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; 7 am slum by a fair cruel maid. My ihroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one to true Did thare it. Jfot a flower, not a flatter nceet, On my black coffin let there be strown ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - Страниц: 540
...death, And in sad cypress6 let me be laid; Fly away,Jly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare...strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor cwpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true-love... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - Страниц: 482
...And in sad cypress f let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare...My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not ajffower, not a Jlower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - Страниц: 544
...death, And in sad cypress3 let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare...My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not ajlower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - Страниц: 996
...to true Did share it. Not ajtover, not ajlower sweet, On my black coffin let there be ttrmm ; A'at n take thrown.A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never Jind my grave, To vxep... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - Страниц: 658
...away, fly aw ay, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share...flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; * Lace-makers. t Simple truth. Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall... | |
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Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it. My part of death, no one so true Did share it. 
